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“Apologise, NOW Marcus.” He shouts at me.
I don’t. I can’t get any words out. I just stare at her staring at me. I can’t decipher the look on her face before she turns away from me to look at Jackson.
“Let him go, Jax,” she commands quietly. “I don’t need or want an apology from him. I don’t need anything from him. In fact,” she pins me with a determined stare, “get out of my house.” She stands with purpose and points towards the door. “OUT.”
“Mum, please. Marcus now, you know you don’t mean it. After everything you’ve told me ” James begs her, with his body and pleads with me. “Just listen to what he has to say.” He gives me a kick with his foot. Standing with his arms wide open begging her with his entire body. I look from him to her. My head is buzzing, I can hardly think straight. Fuucck.
“Really, James?” She cocks an eyebrow at him. “Really.”
“Look, okay, I didn’t mean it.” I get it out quickly before she can get into full gear. She wants me gone, and now I’m here I don’t want to leave.
“No chance, out. I’m not sure who the hell you’ve been dealing with for the past eighteen years. But not here, not like that. OUT.”
James deflates in an instant and turns to me, mumbling, “I’ll show you out,” as he moves back towards the front door.
“Fucking cunt, stay the fuck away,” Jude, I think, says. I’m about to start another round with them when I see her face and the tears in her eyes. I snap my mouth shut and don’t say anything. I just leave.
Even Mick doesn’t speak to me as I get in the car. James just stands at the top of the steps outside their home and watches me go. We drive away in silence, and the further away I get, the more annoyed I get.
I start to punch the seat in front of me. “Fuck, Fuck, fuck FUCKKKKKKKKKK.” I shout at the top of my voice, trying to let out all my anger and frustration. “Take me to the gym, Mick.” He turns towards the gym in silence and I rest my head back on the head rest and close my eyes. “Get it off your chest. I fucking hate the silent treatment.” He still says nothing. “Mick, for fucks sake say something.”
“I’m trying to think of something, Marcus, but to be honest, I’ve got nothing.”
“Fuck me, they make me fucking insane.” I simmer, dropping my head back again.
“On that we can agree,” Mick says as we pull up to the gym. “You need to go work your shit out, and start thinking,” he goes on.
“Oh, so you do have something after all?” I snarl at him.
“I’ll be back in an hour,” he says, ignoring my jibe.
I stomp into the gym, looking for the trainer I use when in London. Mick’s told him I’m here, so he’s on call for the next two weeks. Craig waves at me to come on over, he already has boxing gloves in his hands.
“Spoke to Mick,” he says. “Get ready, let’s go.”
Who the fuck is paying who here? I don’t say anything, but I know I’m wound tight like a spring, so I get ready and head to the ring.
“Terms?” he asks.
“None,” I respond. He nods and we take our positions.
I won’t be doing any photo shoots for a couple of weeks.
I inspect my body and face in the gym mirrors. My face is courtesy of the Greystones, my body mostly Craig, and a bit of Jonno. Although Craig didn’t get off mark free, either. But, unlike the fucking Greystones, we laugh and shake hands as we part company.
I know he gave Mick an update and Mick just raises an eyebrow as I move very slowly out of the gym doors to the car.
As I fall into the car, my phone rings. I look at it in hope. What am I thinking? There is none. And worse, it’s my mother. I cringe, knowing I need to speak to her, but I’m really not sure how much hassle I can take today.
“Mother, how are you?” I fake nicely.
“Oh darling, so good to finally get to speak to you. You sound tired. Jetlag is such a nightmare.”
I really can’t be bothered with this conversation so I say, “What’s up?”
“Oh darling, don’t be so obtuse. You know what’s happening, it’s an attempted coup.” I roll my eyes. She's so dramatic. “When are you coming home?”
Just to be obtuse, I do ask, “Home? Or home?”
